Gone? Not quite. I finished classes and work last week. I even stopped dating my Dentist as of last Friday. But I traded one list of academic work for a much longer list of things to pack. Currently, my living room is filled with 10 crates of boxes–all of which must be unloaded and packed by the 26th of June. That’s 100+ boxes! So, while I’ve been blogging right along in my head, I haven’t had the time or space to sit down and say it all. And there is SO much to say. Like how I went out to a school “function” on Friday and lived to regret it! Or how I learned the lesson that you must, you MUST back-up all your email–especially when dealing with Religious Institutions! Heh. Or how Boy Wonder discovered the Dark Side and then promptly put it into play at home. But I’m not blogging any of this now. The only writing I’m doing is on the outside of boxes:
- LIVING ROOM: FRAGILE.
Drop this box and I will hunt you down and tell your mother what you did at camp when you were 15. I have ways of knowing these things. - UPSTAIRS OFFICE: Yes, all the way upstairs. Stop your whinging!
- BOOKS: The only reason I’m keeping these is because I’m paying YOU to haul them upstairs. YES, they go upstairs, too. Don’t give me that look.
- BOOKS: Take a wild guess where these go!
- ART: FRAGILE. Don’t even think about stealing this. Unless you think you can pass off my kid’s kindergarten paintings on Ebay for $500 bucks. And then I expect my cut.
I know this looks like I don’t trust movers. But that’s not it. I don’t trust humanity in general. Seminary does that to a person. Heh.
